The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.

In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.

It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and freedom. Falsehood always punishes itself.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.

Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?